{"id":34150,"date":"2023-03-29T15:29:02","date_gmt":"2023-03-29T11:29:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/graziamagazine.com\/me\/?post_type=articles&p=34150"},"modified":"2023-03-29T15:56:48","modified_gmt":"2023-03-29T11:56:48","slug":"ramadan-lights-in-london-are-a-public-sign-of-acceptance","status":"publish","type":"articles","link":"https:\/\/graziamagazine.com\/me\/articles\/ramadan-lights-in-london-are-a-public-sign-of-acceptance\/","title":{"rendered":"London\u2019s First-Ever Ramadan Lights Are A Public Sign of Acceptance"},"content":{"rendered":"

I grew up wishing I was white.<\/p>\n

I was born in Leicester, which is actually one of the first \u201csuper-diverse\u201d cities in the UK, where the majority of residents identify as black, Asian or minority ethnic (BAME). Despite this, I went to a Church of England primary school, sang hymns every morning, and religiously recited the Lord\u2019s prayer after the headteacher lit a candle in assembly. My parents only wanted the best for me, and, education-wise, this was the best primary school around. Actually, I loved my primary school, and I\u2019m not sure I would\u2019ve wanted to go anywhere else, but it is perhaps where I first began to feel a little out of place \u2013 too brown for the white kids, and then a bit too white at home.<\/p>\n

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